We left Penticton mid-morning on Wednesday. It was a short night’s sleep because Rob sat up trying to sort through his mom’s finances which inevitably led to discussions of wills and end of life directives. All the cheery stuff that so many people simply avoid until push comes to shove.
We encountered a bit of snow on the high mountain road but it wasn’t worrisome. Even with stops (Merritt for lunch which has been added to the list of possible places to relocate), Kamloops and a quick stop in a very small town near Mt. Robson, we still made it to the hotel in time for BabyD’s bedtime of 7:30.
It was, however, a mountain hotel, and if you have been paying attention you know what that means. Rude, drunk twenty-somethings. Same chorus just a different verse but the upside is that when I called the manager to complain at 5:30 in the morning, she’d had enough and evicted them. Score one for the home team!
Breakfast early at our favorite cafe in Jasper, The Soft Rock. If you are ever there, it is a must but speaking French will ensure your order is correct the first time (don’t worry though, they will simply make you another for free if they screw up).